Julie Mac Lellan
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A Christmas to Remember
As a little girl growing up in Quebec, Christmas Eve was always idyllic. Snow blanketed ground and trees, the smell of firewood drifting on the frigid winter wind and glowing lights twinkling against the white landscape, reminiscent of a Thomas Kinkade painting. However, the best part was gathering in the basement of some family friends and spending Christmas Eve together. The wine flowed for the adults, and finger food flew off the platters as songs and laughter filled the air, allowing time to pass seamlessly into Christmas Day.
By Julie Mac Lellan5 years ago in Feast
Heathen
It was a chilly morning at the coffee shop, not unusual for late November in Tucson, when an older woman struck up a conversation. We started with the typical pleasantries, such as the weather change and upcoming holidays. She told me how eager she was to see her family and grandchildren and asked me how large my family is. "Mine is rather small," I answered honestly. " And I've lost almost everyone in the last year and a half." A look of pity came across her face, and she prodded me for more information. Without hesitation, I allowed the woeful tale to spill.
By Julie Mac Lellan5 years ago in Humans
